Cursed Immortality

Chapter 768  Buried Memories!

No one would believe that a battle in a small corner of lesser galaxies had rattled up an unstoppable storm in a terrifying place away. But the natives of the lesser galaxies or those in power were focusing on another matter, which was infinitely more important than some incomprehensible higher power struggle.

The most anticipated Path of Legend suddenly opened in every lesser galaxy, alarming those with the legendary keys. When the Path activates, the Legendary Key begins to pulsate with a vibrant glow. Simultaneously, in the sky above mysterious different locations within each Lesser Galaxy, swirling vortexes of stardust appear. This vortex forms the Doors of Legend.

The Door of Legend wasn't physical. It exists within a dimension, accessible only when the Path of Legend opens in all twelve Lesser Galaxies. This synchronicity creates a tear in the fabric of reality, revealing the doorway for a limited time.

With this, the race to enter the Path of Legend instantly started the moment the signs appeared.

Those with the keys can easily pinpoint the specific location of the Door of Legend in each Lesser Galaxy where it manifests, and some keep it a closely guarded secret.

There were always cryptic clues scattered across the galaxies, like the Star Ocean Medallion, celestial alignments, and prophecies. But only those dedicated to unraveling the mysteries can hope to find the Door of Legend this way.

Nonetheless, whether they were people in the limelight or those who lived in the shadows, they all started to make preparations because Path of Legend was not some flowery garden. Instead, it was a bloody battlefield. Furthermore, it wasn't just the lesser galaxies who were getting riled up. The powers in the middle galaxies, who always eyed the special vestiges of the Path of Legends, also quickly got the news about the opening of the Path of Legend from their loyal subordinates in the lesser galaxies.

After all, a single path of legend opening means the same thing for the others as well since they are all entwined together. So, those with deep connections can easily find out whether they are a galaxy apart or living in the same galaxy.

So, they were making their own preparations to send their most talented members to the Path of Legend and snatch the Legendary Galaxy Vestiges once someone entered the Path!

Among them was a God, a being of immense power whose plans intertwined with the fate of the Path of Legend. Its intentions remained shrouded in mystery, but one thing was certain: the stage was set for a peculiar showdown, and this time, the Path of Legend was destined to be extraordinary!

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"Bang!" A powerful knuckle suddenly landed on a young man's face; he seemed to be in his late twenties, wearing a training outfit; the punch knocked him down, and he started coughing wildly, with blood trickling down his nostril. However, despite the young man's coughing fit, his expression was one of a daze and uncertainty, as if he was in the wrong place.

"Papa! You went too hard on poor JS! Look, he's even bleeding!" A melodious voice reprimanded the punch's owner, who was clearly her own father. Her voice was filled with concern and worry about the young man, which startled him awake from his daze. The young man suddenly looked to the side. His eyes widened before they became slightly misty as he saw a tall, graceful figure with youthful vigor wearing a tight blue training outfit. Her short golden hair greatly complimented her charming, fairy-like oval face. In contrast, her bright, starry blue eyes were fearless yet filled with worry about him as she quickly made her way towards him with a towel. She glared at the old man with a tone built despite being in his mid-fifties with a stern face.

However, the young man didn't seem to notice the burly man or his surroundings. Only the young woman existed in his eyes, and he called with longing and a hint of fear as if she had vanished, "H-Hope…"

But his strange way of calling her made Hope stunned, and she looked at him with disbelief. Even the old man raised his sword-like eyebrow as surprise flashed past his eyes.

The reason for his strange expressions was simple: They had never seen this young man, who was obviously Jacob, show this kind of expression. He was always stern and impassive as if he were on a mission and driven only by his goals.

Even Hope was never able to break the ice despite giving obvious clues to the young Jacob. He actively avoided her and never bothered to respond to her in any way that made it look like he was interested in her. Maybe that was the reason she was drawn to him and wanted to uncover the mysteries hidden deep in her heart, for she was as stubborn as her father, not to mention fierce!

It was to the point that despite the Old man's displeasure, he didn't voice it out and was secretly glad that his tomboy of a daughter finally found something she was interested in. The other party was also his student and a capable man, but he was too… Stoic.

However, the old man never interfered, nor was he planning to, and let nature take its course. He knew the chances between his daughter and his student were slim unless she took the lead, which he knew she would once she lost her patience.

Today was another day at training, and his daughter was here again, watching them train like always after she finished her work as quickly as possible.

Breaking the awkward atmosphere, the old man suddenly said in a stern voice, "You got distracted just now? Are you feeling well? I know you lost that priest who was akin to your father recently, so if you need time to settle down, take a break."

A rare hint of concern flashed past the old man's eyes as he kindly advised, "Training is not a way to escape your grief, and you have to learn everything there is to learn about Deceptive Swords Style and make it your own. Besides, I'm too old to keep up with you anymore, so you should consider my proposal again and train with Hope. She can easily match you, and it'll be a good chance in pace."

Jacob's eyes widened slightly as he heard that familiar voice and turned his head around the tall old man, who gave off the aura of an unmovable mountain despite his advanced age and could still mope the floor with him if he wanted to, despite his humble words just now. He also knows that the old man was secretly trying to match him with Hope, as he always had.

"Mr. V?"

How could he forget about this old man, who was like the second person he considered closer to a father figure and, most of all, his mentor!

Furthermore, when no one was there, and everyone was vying for tech, he was the first investor to support him in realizing his dream—his journey to the top of the world as the most dangerous and richest man. This is the very reason he was dubbed as the Weapon Emperor. Far more importantly, in the strangest way, he also came to become his father-in-law!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om